Volcano eruption, earthquake, hurricane, hail, tsunami, meteorite fall, violent storm snow, and plummeting temperature.
There were all kinds of bad weather here as you could imagine.
How could a shabby house survive in the apocalypse?
First, there was a generator, then a distiller.
The airplane, armored car, steel armor, I had everything here.
The level of the shelter and the defensive ability was improved level by level.
What? Were you still eating soil? I had already eaten big fish and meat.
Did you still live in a dilapidated house with leaks on all sides? I had already lived in the big villa!
Was it difficult to survive in the apocalypse? Why didn't I feel it?


Doomsday: My Shelter Can Be Upgraded Indefinitely

Blood gushed out from Michael's left rib. It seemed that a bullet had hit Michael from the side.


"Michael, your chest and belly are fine!" Cobo carefully took off his helmet for Michael and pressed it on the wound under his ribs, shouting.


"Damn it! It hurts!" Michael's forehead was covered with sweat. He groaned, "In the movie, those... Got shot... They can still... Run... Jump... Continue to fight... It's just bullshit!"


"You said it was a movie. That's bullshit!"


With one hand covering Michael's wound, Cobo fumbled for the first-aid kit in his waist bag with the other. But his hands kept trembling and he couldn't find the buckle of his waist.


"Medical officer, Toby! Come here!" Grabbing the headset, Cobo roared.


"Mr. Cobo, Toby died. Half of his neck was cut off by the shrouded bullets in the explosion just now." A soldier said in a trembling voice as he staggered over from a distance and knelt down beside Cobo.


Chapter 210 The Whole Event